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– It was a long time ago. You will find yourself better than the old footballer. You are a beautiful lady. – I examined her. The figure is straight fire. Maybe she did plastic surgery. Although he can go to the gym. Work is nerve-wracking. Whose mistress or daughter is she. Probably a major or general. They are the only people who are in positions like this. She does not pull on a mistress. The chest is painfully large and she is not a man. Our upper classes have strange tastes. I myself have been to private parties more than once. Barely left alive. “So where are we?” – I looked around the room. But there were no windows.

– We are my dear, that’s where. She got up from the bed. Went to the wall. I pressed a couple of buttons and the wall moved aside. Darkness with small dots. The scariest sight in the world for me. My fear. Open space. – On the Soyuz Eighty-Six. The number of planets in our power. Although many of them are unsuitable for life. The pride of a dictator. His swallow. We fly to Earth to the palace of the dictator Mirta. He has a conversation. Which one I don’t know. He didn’t report to me. I didn’t ask. What’s wrong with you?